Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 She And I Have Nothing To Do Wit…

“Understood–I’ll head right over.”

Eric ended the call swiftly and drove straight toward Maple Bay.

Visiting Quentin’s home wasn’t unusual, but this time felt strangely different.

Moments after pressing the bell, Quentin appeared in the doorway.

“Mr. Flynn.” Quentin stepped aside. “Please, come in.”

“Much appreciated.”

Giving Quentin a brief nod, Eric walked inside.

“I’ve been waiting,” Ernest said quietly from his seat on the couch.

“Ernest.” Eric acknowledged warmly before glancing around curiously. “What’s the reason for all this mystery?”

With visible effort, Ernest attempted to rise, prompting Eric to quickly retrieve the cane resting nearby. “Here

you go.”

“Thank you,” Ernest murmured, accepting the cane and studying Eric carefully. “Follow me upstairs.”

“Alright,” Eric said, though an unsettling feeling gripped him.

He followed Ernest upstairs.

Reaching the top, Ernest paused solemnly outside a particular room.

Eric’s confusion deepened. “What’s going on, Ernest?”

Ernest nodded. “There’s someone you need to meet.”

Taking a careful breath, Ernest twisted the knob, gently pushing the door open.

Eric peered cautiously inside.

Within the modestly sized room, things appeared slightly cluttered yet deliberately arranged–items lined neatly along the walls, leaving open floor space covered by a soft carpet.

At the center sat a young boy, around three, fully engrossed in stacking colorful blocks.

Stunned, Eric shot an astonished glance toward Ernest.

Before he could speak, Ernest quietly shut the door, careful not to disturb the boy’s focus.

“Ernest…?”

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Shock clouded Eric’s face, a thousand unspoken questions tumbling through his mind, none finding their way

out clearly.

was the child inside? What was he doing here at Quentin’s? Why had Ernest been

the boy possibly be Ernest’s

expression, Ernest nodded with a faint

Eric froze, his eyes

this be possible?

hit

the moment Ernest woke up, he had Quentin

to be this child–and,

as well.

vividly into his mind, suddenly making

someone else, though she’d never

his thoughts, Eric faced his brother directly. “Ernest, what are you planning to

“Actually, the real question is,

this to Linda?”

Ernest could respond, Eric’s voice dropped, heavy with warning. “You owe Linda everything, Ernest-

reason you’re still

flickered across Ernest’s handsome features, his

Eric. I never intended for any of this to happen. Hurting Linda was never my goal, and I

her now.”

genuinely Ernest’s

deep

asked softly, “Ernest, what’s the real story behind all of this?”

the

explain.”

“I’m listening.”

car crash Ernest had suffered

unconscious, lingering helplessly in

never seemed entirely accidental.

Unfortunately, their attempts had uncovered little, while official investigations had similarly yielded

expression darkened sharply. “So

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you?”

perfectly calm, eyes cold with

awake again, it was time to repay

Eric, his existence

perspective, he couldn’t fault Ernest entirely, but whether Linda could see it the

another matter.

boy carried Flynn blood; they couldn’t simply abandon

have to keep it

concern. “The boy naturally belongs with

his

complication there.”

his handsome face carefully devoid of emotion. “She means nothing to me beyond being the child’s biological mother.

tense features

least that much was certain.

just needs time. Eventually, I’m sure she’ll

all, this entire situation had genuinely been

Linda–that much Eric knew without doubt.

Ernest murmured, his brows still shadowed with uncertainty.

relieved

studio, she stayed until her

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